Even the rest of the players-a testosterone-pumped, who’s-who mix of the biggest names in the league-stop and slap their sticks on the ice. Fuck, he is a hockey god.Ĭheers race around the bowl like someone’s lit a fuse. That glide, his smile, the effortlessness. He raises his stick over his head in a salute to the crowd, and the noise, somehow, grows. They’re royal blue, perfectly matching his Étoiles team sweater. His dark hair is short, and he doesn’t have any bruises or gashes on his nose or his cheeks from high sticks or elbows. He’s slender and lithe, with an angular, chiseled body and long, fine-drawn features. I carry extra heft to absorb the punishment, and my strength is concealed by my small protective layer of puck-catching fluff. Fresh from his most recent victory when he led his team in obliterating the Detroit Roughriders. The only player to knock on the door of the Great One’s records. **Gravity is an MM romance featuring bi/gay awakening, friends to lovers, team shenanigans, fast-paced hockey, ice-melting sizzle, and swoony Québécois love songs.** Then Bryce’s lips land on mine, and the world turns upside down. Saying hello to Bryce turns into hours spent together on the ice, and then an invite to dinner, and then days at each other’s side. And there’s my hero: Bryce Michel, league superstar. I never thought I’d be invited to the All-Star Weekend, but here I am. Look inside myself? Lotta beer and burgers there. I’m just trying to keep my head up and get through each day, until this wild ride comes to an end.ĭeep thinking isn’t really my thing. Good enough to be drafted into the NHL, and I’ve been on the roster for the past two years, but I’ll never make the Hall of Fame.

I’m a middle-of-the-road, nothing-special hockey player. So why am I falling head over heels at the NHL’s All-Star Weekend? Like how a man’s lips might taste, or how his body might feel in my arms. I’m thinking dangerous thoughts, and dreaming about impossible things. I’m shattering records and packing arenas every night, and I’ve promised my team: we’re going to win the Stanley Cup this year.īut I’m keeping big secrets.

This game pulled me from my tiny Quebec hometown all the way to the NHL, and now? I’m the number one player in the league.

The jock tal bauer